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Post by Dawn on Jul 10, 2011 12:09:57 GMT -5
- HAILGHOST
[/size][/color] Another loose cannon gone bipolar | Slipped down couldn't get much lower[/font][/size]
The day was hot and humid, beginning with warm, clinging mist through the trees in the morning. Indeed, the whole night through, when none but he watched, the gray ghosts had danced through the black streaked trunks, kissing them before the sun rose. Then, as light was spread out over them, they had given the cottonwood bases a last embrace and melted like twilight shadows. Where did they go? As he lay watching, he had often wondered that very thing. Where did the sun go when it at last yielded to the evening light? Parallel, where did the moon go when it faded into the endless summer sky, letting the sun take over watch of the forest? It was a never ending, puzzling cycle. Perhaps when the stars blinked out for the morning and midday, the time now, they were simply lost and wandering in the sky, much like he himself was...
lost in the summer sky.
Hailghost lifted his broad, drearily colored skull from his paws. His fur was long and thick, and it looked a lot like storm clouds might overhead, if there were in fact any. Instead, the sky was spread out clear blue without a hope for rain. That was easy to tell as he scanned the blue with his harsh eyes; there wasn't a cloud to be had. Good; the prey would taste better on a hot day than on a rainy one, where everything would be damp and unpleasant. Greenleaf storms were alright, but they could cause a lot of problems if there was lightning. A fire could start in any of the dead old trees around, and then Tempestclan could be burned from the forest. Best not to think of that, though. As all good Tempestclan warriors were, he had been struck with a bout of insomnia that night, and had lay out watching the forest after a long evening hunt. Much like his sister, he spent more time guarding camp than ever he did sleeping; but unlike her, he wasn't trying to prevent conflict so much as he wanted to fight off an intruder or two. Really, he tended to be violent at times, enjoying the feel of his teeth sinking into, most particularly, any Vertigoclan warrior's shoulder. The very thought of that made him ache for a battle. But battles have causalities... Clanmates could die as well as others. It was something to think about before he lunged into battle. It wasn't that he liked killing, nor was he some type of hero who only fought when he had to. It was just the pure adrenaline rush one got from knowing their life was on the line, and finally feeling like it was worth something, after all this time of wondering. Even the smallest apprentice wonders sometimes what it means to live, and when you're thrown head on into what can often be a fight for your life or their's, it's easier found. Warriors are meant for fighting. That was the most dangerous and best feeling he could have; the thrill of chasing outsiders away from his home, clawing tufts of fur out while he was at it.
"This is quite ho hum, isn't it?" He murmured now, roused from his thoughts of battle. As Hailghost stood, revealing his large frame to the forest, he let out a sigh tinged with boredom. No cats back at camp would be missing him, perhaps they would not notice he was gone. He had few allies, and no cat he considered his friend. But what was the use in those, anyway? Other cats only got in the way of what he wanted. Only blood bonds could be trusted, as far as he was concerned. Still, it did get rather boring doing things by himself, or talking to no one in particular, as he just had. Some might have very well thought him crazy, or his entire family, in fact. He was usually by himself, preferring no company to any; his sister, the deputy, was cold and unfeeling, much to his often annoyance; and their cousin, Splashpaw, was just plain an outcast. Unlike the dedicated siblings, which worked hard to get over Russet's desertion, she was completely different from any Tempestclan cat. She was curious and built small and kind and always willing to give up her time for someone else. There was no denying the kinship between the three cats though, because of their similar gray, black, and silver pelts.
OOC.
tagged - Anyone. :3
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Post by lily ♫ on Jul 29, 2011 16:20:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #35413d;,true][cs=2] EMBERBLADE ! MY FRIENDS CALL ME EMBER. I JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE A MEMBER OF TEMPESTCLAN. I'M SINGLE RIGHT NOW, AND I'M WORDY, AWKWARD AND UNAFRAID.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - n o t e s , | [atrb=width,240]Though it was near sun-high, the sun had already been high up in the bright blue sky for some time now, its bright rays beating down upon his dark pelt. Emberblade was indifferent when it came to weather, though the intensity of summer storms excited him as the lightning electrified the humid air throughout the damp territory of TempestClan. Indeed, there wasn't a bit of a chance of a tempest brewing above, and as his dark emerald eyes scanned the sky, his swarthy coat of thick and fluffy black fur ruffled as wind picked up between the trees. "Such nice weather." The tom muttered, lowering his gaze to the ground as he stepped onward, performing a solo patrol on his own.
A pale white cloud that had moved quickly from the west covered everything in a momentary bit of shade as it passed over the sun. A vole darted out from the undergrowth to Emberblade's right, and the tom blatantly missed his opportunity as his paws were too tense, having sunk a bit in the soft, marshy ground. "Mouse-tails, I could have had that." Swore the dark male, his eyes wide as they watched the rodent scamper away. The few moments of shade were over now, and in the bright heat of the afternoon sun, Emberblade felt hot and too overexposed. Scanning the area around him for a bit more sheltered area, his eyes landed on a grey pelt around the same thickness of his own. Hailghost, relative of Dreamfeather, the deputy, stood not even five fox-lengths away from where Emberblade had watched a bit of prey dart off without warning.
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[/u]" He cried out, stumbling toward the tom quickly, his voice warm as he greeted his clanmate. " Y'know, I absolutely hate when you miss an easy catch because there's really no excuse for it, is there?[/u]" Emberblade quickly muttered out, eyes peering upward at the sky. " Course not, but I just let a vole practically dance in front of me and then I stood around and watched it get away, too. I'm a bit of a failure at the moment.[/u]" He answered himself, blabbing on about nothing, barely letting himself suck in a breath before the words tumbled out. " Ah, sorry, I haven't heard my own voice in awhile, thought I'd give it a good try or two. Er, three, I suppose.[/u]" Said the obsidian swarthed tom, adjusting his weight from side to side as his inability to stop talking droned on and on with his voice. " Haha, sorry.[/u]" The warrior chortled, apologizing once more before bringing his gaze level to the other tom's, a smile gracing his maw, his mouth open for any other words that might spill out carelessly without a reckless thought.[/justify][/div][/td] [td][atrb=width,140]
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this post is poop now because i fail and i'm uber-lazy
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Post by Dawn on Aug 1, 2011 8:48:23 GMT -5
- HAILGHOST
[/size][/color] Another loose cannon gone bipolar | Slipped down couldn't get much lower[/font][/size]
The silence hadn't lasted long after he had risen, for soon his name was being cried as though he had been found by a long lost friend. A prickle went to his back, as he looked in the direction it had come, and noticed a darkly colored tom moving in his direction rather clumsily. Before Hailghost could greet the older tom, Emberblade, his senior by just a few moons, the tom went to rambling. He was in feeling in even temperament, and thus might have returned the greeting, but as he was given no chance, the large gray warrior watched and listened impassively. His tail twitched with irritation that he was being talked at and not to, for such conversation was in his opinion even worse than plain old quiet. Emberblade may as well be talking to himself! He thought rather impatiently, listening as the cat explained about losing a vole like Hailghost was his mother. As was his general habit when greeted with long bouts of speech, which he found quite obnoxious, the tom gazed straight back into pale emerald eyes. His own amber chips held an icy spirit to them, which could make him seem rather intimidating at times.
As Emberblade apologized for his babble, twice in fact, Hailghost gave himself a rough shake, for a fly had landed on his ear, and listened as it buzzed away into the forest. He found the buzzing and the older tom's conversation to be similar; however, at least he had finally stopped, so it would have to be forgiven. "Hello, Emberblade." He began, as though there had been an actual pause after his greeting for which Hailghost to stick in words of his own. He smiled without cheer; something about the tom's features had always been humorless, and it wasn't about to change now. There wasn't much to be said, for what did one say exactly when they were ambushed without expectation and found an attack of speech? He looked slightly distant for a moment, unhinging and hinging his jaw, before meowing, "We have all missed a catch, I'm sure, so it's nothing to worry about."
TAGGED; Lily or Open
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Post by lily ♫ on Aug 17, 2011 19:26:27 GMT -5
DAWNIE, I hate to bail on this thread, but I need to cut down and this thread isn't really going anywhere (SORRY) and I already have Emberblade in Living for the later.
sry bby, plz forgive me. <3
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